I Have Never Observed That The Religious

Women Love The Last Blow As Well As The Last Word, And When They Fight For Love They Are Pitiless As A Wounded Buffalo.

Ah! How Little Knowledge Does A Man Acquire In His Life. He Gathers It Up Like Water, But Like Water It Runs Between His Fingers, And Yet, If His Hands Be But Wet As Though With Dew, Behold A Generation Of Fools Call Out, 'see, He Is A Wise Man!' Is It Not So?

I Am Not A Nervous Man In A General Way, And Very Little Troubled With Superstitions, Of Which I Have Lived To See The Folly.

How Can A World Be Good In Which Money Is The Moving Power, And Self-interest The Guiding Star?

Wealth Is Good, And If It Comes Our Way We Will Take It; But A Gentleman Does Not Sell Himself For Wealth.